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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=533791" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Woman at the Washtub</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Woman at the Washtub,<br> She works till fall of night;<br>With soap and suds and soda<br> Her hands are wrinkled white.<br>Her diamonds are the sparkles<br> The copper-fire supplies;<br>Her opals are the bubbles<br> That from the suds arise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Woman at the Washtub<br> Has lost the charm of youth;<br>Her hair is rough and homely,<br> Her figure is uncouth;<br>Her temper is like thunder,<br> With no one she agrees -<br>The children of the alley<br> They cling around her knees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Woman at the Washtub,<br> She too had her romance;<br>There was a time when lightly<br> Her feet flew in the dance.<br>Her feet were silver swallows,<br> Her lips were flowers of fire;<br>Then she was Bright and Early,<br> The Blossom of Desire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">0 Woman at the Washtub,<br> And do you ever dream<br>Of all your days gone by in<br> Your aureole of steam?<br>From birth till we are dying<br> You wash our sordid duds,<br>0 Woman of the Washtub!<br> 0 Sister of the Suds!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One night I saw a vision<br> That filled my soul with dread,<br>I saw a Woman washing<br> The grave-clothes of the dead;<br>The dead were all the living,<br> And dry were lakes and meres,<br>The Woman at the Washtub<br> She washed them with her tears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw a line with banners<br> Hung forth in proud array -<br>The banners of all battles<br> From Cam to judgment Day.<br>And they were stiff with slaughter<br> And blood, from hem to hem,<br>And they were red with glory,<br> And she was washing them.<br>'Who comes forth to the judgment,<br> And who will doubt my plan?'<br>'I come forth to the judgment<br> And for the Race of Man.<br>I rocked him in his cradle,<br> I washed him for his tomb,<br>I claim his soul and body,<br> And I will share his doom.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Victor+James+Daley">Victor James Daley</a><div class=q>
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 She works till fall of night;
With soap and suds and soda
 Her hands are wrinkled white.
Her diamonds are the sparkles
 The copper-fire supplies;
Her opals are the bubbles
 That from the suds arise.

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